Do I choose to accept this then try to escapeBy acting as a victim? Do I disregardAnd dismiss the perception as not being real?I appear to be cold blooded with heart of steelAnd the brain of a robot that works way too hardAt some meaningless purpose. I’m in shit for shape.

I’m the Neighbor Nonsequitur. Making no senseAnd being unpredictable aren’t friendly traits.Do I search deeper in me to find what went wrong?I am not in a space where I feel I belong.With a true understanding my life recreatesA connection to clarity with no offense.